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To be a Human (Xianxia/ Custodes SI): Chapter 2
🕑 Added 2025-04-08 04:59:22 +0000 UTCWho am I? Where am I?
I felt panic engulf my being as I stared at the void of nothingness around me.
‘Fuck! Am I still stuck in that stupid dream? Just what the hell kind of drug did those idiots slip into my drink?’
‘I knew Adrian was a prankster that took things too far, but this is ridiculous even for him!’
‘I need to get up as quickly as possible and get to the Sect’s main hall! I need to look after the Sect’s budget for this month-wait what!?’
My panic increased even further as I noticed memories and habits not my own just appear out of nowhere in my mind.
Instinctively, somehow, I knew what was happening. With all of my willpower, I concentrated back on myself and reasserted who I was.
‘The sect thing does not belong to me. No. The reason I need to wake up quickly is because I cannot allow the Golden Throne to be left vulnerable-Hell No!!’
Much to my dismay, another set of memories and experiences appeared in my mind without any warning, struggling to gain dominance.
However, this set of memories and experiences appear to be thousands of years long and are so vast in their sheer weight that they nearly override who I really am.
It is only because of my extremely stubborn nature that I managed to hold onto my real personality and memories.
‘I am not that Sect mook or that over-glorified super-soldier from a dystopian future! My name is…….What is my name?’
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With a start, I woke up from that nightmare.
Instantly, my senses went into overdrive as, once again, time felt like it had slowed down because of how fast my brain was processing information while all my senses picked up on everything in my surroundings.
It was only after a few minutes of this heightened state of combat, confirming that there was no threat towards my body, that I finally relaxed and gave out a sigh.
“Fucking nightmares.”
I pushed down the anger and turned to look at my surroundings.
Colossal trees that seemed as if they would touch the sky at any moment, ambient noises of various beasts that would make even the roar of a lion seem like music to the ears, the rushing noise of the river nearby that sounded as if I was sleeping next to a waterfall but was just a normal river in this world.
And most importantly, the two moons hanging in the sky. One that looked similar to the moon I am familiar with, if with a different pattern of craters than I knew of that I could somehow spot even from all the way here, and a smaller blue one.
“…Fuck! Looks like I need to give up on this being a damned acid trip.”
Two days. That is how long it has been since I woke up from this nightmare.
In those two days, I tried as many times as possible to fall asleep and hoped to wake up back home, which proved to be a very hard task since my new physique did not require sleep at all and made it significantly harder to fall asleep at will.
Yet, the only thing I found every time I woke up was that I was still semi-naked, stranded in the middle of what looked like a classic fantasy setting.
At this point, I am really, really, tiered and can’t do anything but just keep pushing forward, hoping to find any traces of civilization and reorient myself.
I need information. Location, current situation, geographical knowledge, everything.
Ever since I was a child, my parents have always taught me that should I ever find myself lost, the first thing I need to do is gather information about my surroundings before calling any available authorities for help.
Given that I am stranded in an entirely different fucking world, the latter part of that advice needs to be thrown out the window. But the first part is still viable.
I can’t make any plans or get any ideas if I have no information about my current situation.
I could try to piece together the scattered mess of memories in my mind that somehow just appeared at some point in time in the past two days, but I don’t want to touch that mess for now.
Not when I feel so emotionally vulnerable.
Seriously, whoever did this to me, Fuck You!!
But, first things first. Civilization.
I got up from the ground and made sure that the tattered remains of the strange robe that I wore was covering my privates down there.
It would not do for me to flash any human that I come across when I am about to ask for some help.
Slowly, one foot after another, I walked forward as carefully as possible, trying to make sure that my new-found abilities didn’t make me ram straight into a tree. Again!
‘Fuck! I want this nightmare to be over so bad!!’
I continued walking deliberately and slowly through the forest, searching for any signs of civilization.
How long did I walk? My internal clock said that it was a few hours, and based on the movement of the sun in the sky, the math seemed to check out.
Of course, I can’t be too certain given that this is a fucking alien planet!
Seriously, fuck my life.
As I continued to curse my luck, my life, the universe, and everything in between, my nose picked up a strange smell.
Just like what it was doing ever since I woke up here, my brain did its thing and automatically told me what I was smelling.
Smoke, Blood, Burnt Meat, and Rot.
……This is going to be one of those days, isn’t it?
The New Yorker in me sighed in exasperation as the familiar violence of my fellow humans dominated my mind, filling me with annoyance at the inconvenience, while the rest of what made me human cringed as it imagined the fate of whoever or whatever was caught in this incident to produce such a smell.
I pushed those thoughts aside and started walking towards the source of the smell.
Whatever happened there is of no concern to me. The only thing that matters is that I now have a clue, a possible lead, for finding civilization and safety, and I will not let my queasy stomach and cowardly nature get in the way of this promise of salvation.
Comments
Phantom knight who can’t think of a better nicknam
I’m mostly looking forward to all the young masters going so and so is invincible in his level and the SI going bet hold my beer and just dog walking him
mervin reyes
"Why were you staring at a wall for centuries!!!" Our young cultivator screams to the heavens trying to keep from going mad
Phantom knight who can’t think of a better nicknam
Nope one soul just all the memories of a custodies is extremely heavy considering the youngest are a few millennia old
mervin reyes
Really like this so is are si is like the third soul with one cultvator and one banana boy
